When I met her…
I was trapped somewhere between hell and insanity
And she… was married. Although she said; “Not happily”
I was reluctant to correspond at first
But damn!
There was something about this sweet lady’s verse.
She was from L.A.
And me…
The DNA-LEVEL-C
Her vibe was angelic,
Like that of the city from which she came
But, she was strong willed
And even insisted on calling me by my birth name
What began as a conversation
About the inhumanity of our situation
Evolved quickly like caterpillar to butterflies
To include stories of each others lives
And I was drawn to her like moth to flame
Like players to game
But like the cookie jar an the top shelf
She… was out of my reach
And I began to want her desperately
Like a mute desires speech
I was dreamin’…
California dreamin’
Dreamin’ of ways to become part of her life
Despite the fact that she was another’s wife
So I whispered memories of my past to her
Hoping that she would include me in her future
As we discussed literature and poetry…
She asked me to keep in touch when I became free
The surreal nature of these events
Caused me to become tense
Because what had been to me a secret fantasy
Was fast becoming my reality
Damn! I must be dreamin’
California dreamin’
